I am sitting in front of a hip little coffee joint near the main drag of the unfamiliar college town known as San Marcos, Texas, anxiously awaiting the development of what my weekend has in store for me. I took a pilgrimage south for the new year, wanting to spend time with my older brother and see some friendly faces. My outlook and motivation for the whole time I am down here is that of spontaneity. The last several years of my life I have been living in a very ubiquitous nature, and I have become conditioned to being in several places with no real apparent plan other than to see what life throws at me. Right now I am an hour south of where I have been staying the last couple days, with a backpack full of clothes and this trusty computer. My friend gets off of work in a little bit--at least to my understanding--and we are to meet up and well...that's all I have let the plan progress to. It is a very delicate and introspective sensation I feel when I let myself end up in undetermined situations. I basically let my social and survival skills take hold, reassuring me that I will end up just fine--wherever I end up tonight. And tomorrow. And the whole rest of this trip. Texas--you certainly have been great to me so far.
